more mistletoe (nostalgia post #2: TDiR and HP)
The rec:
Weltanschauung (4170 words) by Nope (2014)
Fandom: Dark Is Rising Sequence - Susan Cooper
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Bran Davies, Will Stanton, Barney Drew, Jane Drew, Simon Drew
This is the fic equivalent of an immensely satisfying mug of hot chocolate (which also shows up in this story). Will, interrupted while grading papers, opens his front door:
An unadorned plastic Christmas tree filled the space. It said, "Hello!"
"Er," said Will, because saying hello to Christmas trees seemed a bad habit to get into.
There was a great rustle and the tree leaned alarmingly, allowing Will a brief glimpse of a mess of dirty blond and fingerless gloves before it swayed back the other way. "Blimey! Almost lost the top then. Let us in, mate; it's freezing as anything out here now."
"I suppose you better come in then," Will said, bemused, and stepped back to let the tree past.
From the audio archive: Katie Andrew's sweet 2011 reading of "Mistletoe," a Nevile/Luna drabble I wrote in 2005. This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/426044.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.
Weltanschauung (4170 words) by Nope (2014)
Fandom: Dark Is Rising Sequence - Susan Cooper
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Bran Davies, Will Stanton, Barney Drew, Jane Drew, Simon Drew
This is the fic equivalent of an immensely satisfying mug of hot chocolate (which also shows up in this story). Will, interrupted while grading papers, opens his front door:
An unadorned plastic Christmas tree filled the space. It said, "Hello!"
"Er," said Will, because saying hello to Christmas trees seemed a bad habit to get into.
There was a great rustle and the tree leaned alarmingly, allowing Will a brief glimpse of a mess of dirty blond and fingerless gloves before it swayed back the other way. "Blimey! Almost lost the top then. Let us in, mate; it's freezing as anything out here now."
"I suppose you better come in then," Will said, bemused, and stepped back to let the tree past.
From the audio archive: Katie Andrew's sweet 2011 reading of "Mistletoe," a Nevile/Luna drabble I wrote in 2005. This entry was originally posted at https://bronze-ribbons.dreamwidth.org/426044.html. I see comments at DW, IJ, and LJ (when notifications are working, anyway), but not on feeds.